Luyện nghe bài hát It Was Written [Explicit]

Six ways to die
(Took a lot to get this nigga)
Six ways to get rich
(Huh, hah)

Everybody telling me "make a club record"
You ain't trapping no more, stop drug records
You got a daughter bout to come, stop making records
I brought that money fast, I had the plug flexing
Welcome to Harlem, el Barrio, that's the section
Hit your bitch with my on, ain't making love naked
I got love for my loco but I cuz reckless
I ain't gotta sleep in the projects, I did enough
My father was a rolling stone but me one lesson
Do your by yourself, your friends be the ones telling
I it broke my mother's heart to know her son selling
I had coke in my dresser, as ever
I had a dream Biggie me on Life After
I be with my same niggas, I don't really like
Niggas can't a song for nothing but they nice actors
Go and get a movie role, low bagging up tuna rolls, raw
I come from a block where you it but never saw shit
I be at the juice bar, my grass and bark shit
My younging just came up north, he want to park shit
Tryna him something bout life and how we started
Lower class poverty, from jail calling me
Playing the everyday but never hit the lottery
Liquor store on every corner, as well get drunk
I remember that lunch wasn't shooting, we would jump stones
Niggas like the end of the blunt, traps up
I papi I got him by the end of the month
I was bout 550's with the cinnamon guts
These shots'll blow your away, now your memory dust
And of, I got a JF Kennedy buzz
Presidential called enterprise, I need another
Tryna take a package to North Carolina
Maybe buy some Ferrigamo, I'm so focused on the

If you never been broke it's gon' be hard to me
Only Allah get my flow, it's gon' be hard to me
They say practice make perfect, we at it day
Thinking about that consignment, sometimes I paid
It was I'm gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, burn something
It was written I'm gifted, homie come something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something

hard to stop what's already in motion
I ain't gotta hit your blunt, I've been smoking
G denims on my Shmurda shit
In '08 my was really on some murder shit
Cause nothing was enough
Just to the time started working out
Me and my nigga Jay Black from way
He a nigga, met him in Queens
crib, met up with fiends
Imagine Nas signed you, of a dream
pinch me
Promise nothing they say ever to me
to watch House Party, not kidding play listen to me
This that talk that make the hustlers to open shop
This that stash house talk, let 'em know the spot
that talk that got my city wanting to rap again
This that all black everything an African
This that middle of the summer in a coat
Glock 19 them of how you been broke

If you been broke it's gon' be hard to feel me
Only get my flow, it's gon' be hard to kill me
They say practice make perfect, we at it day
Thinking that consignment, sometimes I never paid
It was written I'm gifted, homie learn something
Conversations paper homie, let's burn something
It was written I'm gifted, come learn something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something

I talked my way right up out the projects
Put your mind to it, anything is possible
From a in the wall, yeah
Now we in the suite man
Top floor, flower for your bust
Harlem,